Always the wrong time, Ron

by Once upon a kiss

Fred and George shared the dream of owning a joke shop and being world-renowned pranksters and it just happened that Katie Bell shared this. Though Katie was younger they became fast friends after Fred pulled her hair on the train to her first every time at Hogwarts. This is a story of the summers at the burrow and how Ron always seems to come in at the wrong time.

1. Fireworks

The heat of the day was enough to drench anyone in sweat, which was why all of the windows of the burrow were thrown open as wide as they could get. Then there was the one on the third floor of the tacked-on rooms that was hanging open so wide that it appeared as if it was barely hanging onto the hinges. The window probably was hanging on for dear life.

Inside that room were two identical boys and I. We were bent over a cauldron, sweating because of the heat and covered in a mixture of ash and remnants of some sort of explosion. George was writing notes as he watch the effects whatever it was they were brewing mixed with the new ingredients.

It was going to be perfect. The three of us had been working on it for more then three week. I was staying with them for the summer as my parents were in Turkey continuing their work in the ancient runes department of the ministry. Which meant we had all three of the geniuses in the same building working on our infamous pranks.

"It is almost done!" Fred screamed happily. "Hand me the rocket."

George handed Fred a rocket that didn't have anything inside of it. Fred took it carefully in his hands. I crossed my fingers, as this was the only rocket we had left and if it went wrong now we would be stuck with nothing. We sat and let the mix cool for a few minutes and then I began carefully transferring our fire-works mix into the rocket.

Considering it hadn't exploded yet we continued becoming more and more confident with each transferring. We were going to do it. We were going to make the best fireworks ever and we were going to do it by the end of the summer, which would beat our goal.

We screwed the cap on now that we had all of our mix in there. We set it on the stand and lit the match. We aimed it to the center of the door, as we always did, crossed our fingers, and closed our eyes.

The door flew open, I didn't see it but I could hear it. The rocket launched but whoever was at the door obviously wasn't paying attention.

"Fred, George, Katie! Mum wants you for lunch," he said. Our eyes flew open at once and we watched his eyes go wide and then the rocket hit him square in the face. The explosion was extremely colorful and made all the noises we wanted it to.

"Well, we better fix him up before we go to lunch and we had best record our perfect rocket serum," George said.

That is how it all began, and when I say it all began I mean Ron walking in at the wrong moment.